Since day one, you’ve been trouble. Your parents and teachers knew that. Cashiers eyed you when you entered stores. Of course, that never stopped you.

Kev and V knew this too when they adopted you, the word was “trouble” practically plastered on your forehead as they signed the adoption papers. Yet despite these obvious warnings, they took you into their home with open arms.

3 months later,

“Did you steal again?” Kev asked with a tightness in his throat. “We talked about this.”